Dirthawker

Black and White Old memories captured on paper The smiles, the frowns And everything in-between Black and White A glimpse into the past Showing the long ago day That has come and gone Black and White Family that has left Only things remain Pieces of them Black and White Fragments of time Held close by those They left behind

Flowing down the hill Replacing old with new An empty place to fill Down past the old still Where the wild Oak grew Flowing down the hill A small and narrow rill A bright and brilliant hue An empty place to fill Down by the age-worn mill Only seen by few Flowing down the hill With its lasting winter chill Eager to renew An empty place to fill Running rough as swill Fast as the Raven flew Flowing down the hill An empty place to fill

Under a cold sky, Forever held by walls, Taking our Freedom.

As daylight dies away The moon will slowly rise Over the cold killing field Where many men have died. The lost lives lay heavy On a weary soldier's heart.

Quick and cold the whistling wind blows.  The scream of gulls and rustling of leaves.  Around me, like a river, it flows.  Shining bright, bleaching the stone, glinting off the placid lake.  It reminds me of home.  The moment is the meaning of life.

Out the window is freedom.  Endless sky controlled only by the clouds.  The wind can take you anywhere.  It is the breath of the world and of life.  High red walls – an obstacle.  Keeping you from your forever.  Soaring on opened wings.  Flying high above the snow spotted ground.  The snow covers life, and crushes it.  The white is just a disguise – covering its true intent.  A clever ruse to earn your trust.  It hides reality.